The butterfly hopped from flower to flower,
Oblivious to her, she was losing her power.
Nobody knows, not the other butterflies,
That every night, she silently cries.
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Butterfly, again..
-Ploys.
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Writer's Block.
PoetryGrammatically incorrect drabble and stuff that talks about bullshits like love, sadness and the likes. Some aren't mine, so, yeah. -Ploys
